" In the hour of darkest despair,

When shadows shroud the realm unfair,

He shall be born, his fate entwined,

Upon a steed of courage, noble and kind.

From ashes of war, his path shall rise,

A beacon of hope beneath somber skies,

Two paths before him, divergent and bold,

One to prosperity, one to stories untold. "

~ from "The Whispers of Eternity: Chronicles of the Ancient Enigma"

In the war-torn tent, the air hung heavy with anticipation as generals and strategists gathered around a makeshift table strewn with maps and battle plans. The dim light of flickering torches cast elongated shadows, giving an air of gravity to the proceedings. Among them was Blackroy Dragonsbane, just recently known as Lan, his presence a mixture of serine calmness and Unsurmountable inner confusion.

The table itself was hewn from rough-hewn wood, its surface etched with markings and sketches that detailed terrain, troop movements, and potential battlefronts. Upon its worn surface, a collection of tokens and figurines representing armies and objectives lay scattered, each piece a representation of the impending struggle.

A low, constant hum of voices pervaded the tent – a symphony of strategy and debate that ebbed and flowed like a river of determination. Leaders and generals, clad in armor and regal attire, leaned over the table, their fingers tracing the paths of potential maneuvers. The air was thick with the scent of parchment, the inked words capturing the essence of decisions that would shape the course of history for this game Kingdom & Glory.

"Kingdom & Glory," an immersive action RPG, set against the backdrop of a kingdom teetering on the precipice of upheaval, the game weaves a gripping tale of power, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of destiny. At its core, the game's narrative unfurls with the demise of a once-mighty king, sending ripples of uncertainty through the land. The regal crown, originally destined for the king's tormented and dispirited son, now finds itself challenged by an unexpected contender – a bastard offspring borne of the king's clandestine liaison. Far from the capital, a determined bear beastman, driven by an unyielding desire for freedom, strives to carve out a kingdom for his oppressed kin. Amidst this tumultuous landscape, a formidable conflict ensues, fueled by the ambitions of the king's spirited sister who yearns to ascend the throne, guided by newfound ideals of feminism. Yet, even as earthly desires and political machinations play out, an ever-looming darkness casts its shadow – the enigmatic and malevolent Demon Lord, an envoi of impending chaos and destruction.

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Within this realm, the protagonist emerges – a young knight hailing from a modest village. His valor in the face of relentless beasts becomes his calling card, propelling him into the prestigious ranks of knighthood. Guided by an unwavering sense of duty, he navigates the treacherous expanse of battlefield after battlefield, ascending the ranks through courage and unwavering determination. In a twist of fate that binds him to the very heart of the kingdom's power struggle, the protagonist's journey intertwines with the king's illegitimate daughter, an elf. The bond they forge becomes a beacon of hope, uniting disparate races in a quest for unity. As they forge an unbreakable alliance, their love story culminates in a marriage that grants the protagonist the unprecedented title of king consort.

So why the fuck am I here? this is certainly the world of video game Kingdom & Glory ! Because this guy right beside me is Clendestine Silverroar, and since he is beside me and the way everyone is looking and addressing me I guess I am supposed to be Blackroy - the depressed son of recently dead king !

Then why am I still alive !? Wasn't Blackroy destined to die in this battle against his bastard brother !?

A sense of displacement gnawed at Blackroy's core, an alien sensation that left him yearning for the grounding familiarity of his own reality. Yet, as his senses absorbed the sights, sounds, and sensations of this new realm, a strange fascination stirred within him, mingling with his bewilderment. His memories danced like elusive mirages, slipping through his grasp as he attempted to distinguish between his past and the character's history. Blackroy's thoughts were like scattered puzzle pieces, each fragment a testament to the jarring juxtaposition of worlds. Doubt and disbelief cast a shroud over his thoughts, clouding his perception of what was real and what was merely a construct of the game. A cascade of questions surged forth like a relentless tide: Who was he now? Was he an intruder or an integral part of this digital realm?

Where is the hero of this game ? Can I go back ? Am I dead in my old world ? Ahh I don't have time to think such meaningless things right now ! The main question right now is what should I do from here on ? we captured the bastard brother but he was just a figurehead the northern nobles behind him are still 20,000 something strong and we even with my personal guards are just barely 4000.

Just as Blackroy was starting to scheme for ways to run away Eric Stormheart, the resolute head of the knights guard, commanded attention at the table's head.

Eric Stormheart's gaze met each member's in turn, his voice a solemn echo of their grim reality.

"We face overwhelming odds," he admitted, his tone heavy with the gravity of their situation. "The enemy outnumbers us to a degree that leaves little room for hope."

Beside him, the wise old prime minister's gaze was unwavering, his expression a mixture of pragmatism and determination. "Sometimes, the greatest sacrifices are made in the darkest hours," he stated, his voice a low, steady murmur. "It is in the face of insurmountable odds that legends are born."

Warden Lysandra Emberclaw's growl held a note of defiance, her eyes ablaze with a fierce resolve. "We may not have the numbers, but we have the strength of our convictions," she asserted, her voice tinged with a steely determination. "Even if we fall, our sacrifice will not be in vain."

Obsidian, the representative of the realms people, clenched his fists, his voice carrying the collective weight of their resolve. "We may not have the luxury of survival," he proclaimed, his tone unwavering. "But we can make their victory a costly one, and every life we take will be a testament to our defiance."

As the minor nobles exchanged somber glances, Eric Stormheart's voice cut through the silence, a clarion call to face the inevitable. "Our end may be near, but our legacy will endure," he declared, his words a rallying cry. "Let us meet our fa..."

"Uhmn, uno...hhn ! " Someone said.

In the midst of the war chamber's heavy atmosphere, a moment of uncertainty hung in the air as the young prince, heir to the throne, cautiously raised his voice. "Um, excuse me," he began, his words hesitant,

" Why don't we just...uhm.. run away ? "